There was a moment of silence after that, but then Kuvira stood, crossing to a cabinet and pulling open a drawer, removing a small box. With a sigh, she sat on the edge of the table, opposite Kuvira, opening it on her knee - a small kit of bandages and the like.
"Here," she said, calmly, "give me your hands." There was, after all, likely to be a considerable amount of cuts. She took a small bottle of ointment in one of her hands, sighing.
"You know what's funny," she said, as she got started at disinfecting the cuts, "I never had to beg for anything? Part of what made me realize how wrong I was, so easily. Nobody ever made me beg. My parents only abandoned me - they never made me a slave, a servant to their wills. I suppose I have to give them that much. You, it seems, were vastly less fortunate than I."
If she expected honesty, after all, it had to be given. She put down the ointment, picking up the bandages.
"You'll like these. Beifong special secret, I've been told - something woven in to make wounds heal faster. It's probably nonsense - the Beifongs are just made of stern stuff, and heal quickly. But you never know."
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"Here," she said, calmly, "give me your hands." There was, after all, likely to be a considerable amount of cuts. She took a small bottle of ointment in one of her hands, sighing.
"You know what's funny," she said, as she got started at disinfecting the cuts, "I never had to beg for anything? Part of what made me realize how wrong I was, so easily. Nobody ever made me beg. My parents only abandoned me - they never made me a slave, a servant to their wills. I suppose I have to give them that much. You, it seems, were vastly less fortunate than I."
If she expected honesty, after all, it had to be given. She put down the ointment, picking up the bandages.
"You'll like these. Beifong special secret, I've been told - something woven in to make wounds heal faster. It's probably nonsense - the Beifongs are just made of stern stuff, and heal quickly. But you never know."